It's goin From the Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Droppin the fat Hit em it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin All duck get flat, muthfuckas
And still me A rappin brother from L.A., the T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I still back the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold a fool Wack sellin out urge me to pull tools For no Pop suckers hookin for hits like skeezin Prostitutes that shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps the weak styles, but you look cute Bitch, that wack Let Hammer dance, and you fools ease back The microphone in twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on load of my hit list And make duck pray Many shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat a weak clown crazy juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down I play the map Got hoes locked a muthafuckin bear trap Ice T Before gee they need two forms of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm to shake Huh, watch the Ice
the Ice break
Yo, see now who's tryin to diss me Say I sold out cause I rocked the B.C. Y'all are bitches, you're straight Quick to shit, but always behind the back I do whatever I do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an I wear khakis, while wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I milk Cause that's my biz I never sell out, cause no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart the fuckin start done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope Case you forgot, I invented this shit You step to me? New jack, walk Come in five LP's, then we can talk You're new, kid, you got a hit out In you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you made out You broke when your one jam played out Now you're searchin for that one hit I new to this, I got gangs of gold I original, then I break the mold Too many hit, then fold just fakes Hah, the Ice break
Watch the Ice
Syndicate jumpin off On some old fly smooth All the muthfuckas out there with us You know I'm sayin? rollin strong All the busters out there got some static to say We're settin this shit off physically year KRS-One says: Sucker MC's duck Muthafuckas ain't takin no I'm swingin on busters, me and it's on up
Now it's the break of And the mic is on All hoes are fuckin and the rhymes are damn Many that choke from the mic smoke who tried to get with me Lost in infinity Or they breath Try to step to the Ice sure death Cause ??it's then I than you ever assume the mic, go rap in your living room I love the quick Swing on a nigga sometimes to break ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his eye All hands, I no gun, yo punk, why? Cause if I my gun, you die No try I cool out now, so I don't over-freeze Nut up and start MC's Start catchin bodies from state to on a ski mask and walk the streets late And do me up a whole crew The Geto Boys was trippin, but my mind's me too Cause diss me, and I you one day And bet your life it be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not your That around when the Ice breaks
the Ice breaks